Desk Poems - Poems about Desk

Crowded Desk Room to write. Writer’s block. Pen to the paper. Get to work. Crowded desk. Crowded thoughts. These are your words. Art to color. Mind racing. Document your life. Be descriptive. Be true, be different. Crowded mind. Take a walk anytime. Clear the air. Another poem not written....

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SILENT HOMES Silence cloak of protection worn longing for heaven sways in dust ...

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A bottle of sore throat relief spray lies on my desk Along with sixteen torn up pages of past written poems My cell phone sits here too, a box of Kleenexes, six notebooks There are two computer monitors on this desk I like clutter, it makes me feel safe and loved Is that a barrette? I watch it moving steadily...

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A knife on the desk "To be or not to be" says The intrusive thoughts ...

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What vain creatures we are We actually think we are THE star Of the universe What if we are Merely a small part One idea is that we are On God’s desk in a snow globe our galaxy as only one of the snow flakes We are not perhaps aware That much more is out there ...

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Ark of laughter far from sea amid earth Hair be it long or short power still stays Mite of two, widows, others measure worth Bitters Holiness Hunger forty days We are born to this life as possible, and grow by the choices that we create, right or wrong, obstacle or optimal, I'm an ark, hair, mite, or bitters, --I wait. The Voice, The...

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A lazy man sings Of how much work his desk brings, But too lazy is he To do anything but sleep. A lazy man gives So many explanations, yet still Nothing, nothing but sleep. A lazy man's wish Is to one day be rich But not a day does he Sow, so he can reap....

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When I go to school I want a double pink desk. This is what his girl talked about, her name was Tess. Jack wondered what double pink meant, but never knew. Tess never explained, and disappeared in nineteen seventy-two. The neighborhood searched, the whole city too. Only thing recovered was possibly a red tennis shoe. Jack and his wife split up,...

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I am thrilled to only see two people ahead of me at medical clinic No one is at reception’s desk I know the routine so I fill out the forms while I wait No one comes. I have been here four minutes I ask one of the others “was anyone here?” “She left a bit ago,” one replies. a female nurse comes out...

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When I go to school I want a double pink desk. This is what his girl talked about, her name was Tess. Jack wondered what double pink meant, but never knew. Tess never explained, and disappeared in nineteen seventy-two. The neighborhood searched, the whole city too. Only thing recovered was possibly a red tennis shoe. Jack and his wife split up,...

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The oak desk is a polished surface holding-up nothing, reflecting nothing not even a base of anything. Once it was an upheaval of random displacements of elbows and eyes. E-mails wriggled like worms in wet ground. Fragments tap danced on hurried fingertips. The desk grew paper towers some spoke, others were silent monoliths. Coffee splashed over keys that opened up a world no...

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When a Woman insists that she does all the work and the man does nothing what is this condition called. My Great Grand dad said it was called "silly Bytch Syndrome" but I have come to find it is calle Female Imposter Syndrome. Is it that she wishes the maintaince of the home to be done on system that doesn't include seasonal fixes. Or just getting...

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Some say a cluttered desk Suggests a cluttered mind, But, in my case, it seems Makes things harder to find. Written July 7, 2022...

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Rosco Adagio, aka for the Cross Promotional event that was secretly planned to get rid of reporter hype and fakenews. Dance floor records was named the place for the secet meetings. Due to the lack of cooperation between several minor league promotions: meaning their unwillingness to unite and promote matches together to up there numbers and gain more media attention, several larger promotions started...

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Under my school desk I crouched waiting for a brilliant light to fill the sky, the brightest ever seen, while our teacher, a Catholic nun, looked over the class, calm and serene. A little girl glanced over and giggled to me, "Isn't this fun!" as she knelt on the tile. I returned a nervous grin and said, "Whoopie!" I thought the last thing...

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